MIGHT BE MESSY

Whenever people talked about love
Her name always lingered my mind
Maysie was a love language
And I was a believer in second chances
Until she proved my worth was wanting
And it wasn’t Maysie anymore
Things got messy

She was love to me
Maybe that’s why every poem was about her
That’s why I always thought of forever after
But it was the shortest of forevers maybe
And the love life became a fairly tale
A nightmare I never wished to have

Once upon a time
Two hyenas lived and died
That story she made it that simple and short
Countable words just like our numerous days
We were to hyenas
And that relationship was the life
Cut shot, right?

I thought I could be the wolverine and you the moon
But you were the sun and I became the trickister
Funny how that story is told. The wolverine
And it just got messy instead
The second chances never existed
So life became another story to tell

©Jonteh